Since I found out I was pregnant I have abstained from 2 things, my regular rigorous exercise regime and sex. Now the reasons for not continuing with these things are completely unfounded and all stems from the fear of miscarriage. I really don’t have any substantiating evidence to show that I should even fear the two.
Except for one experience I had in my prior pregnancy. After having sex when I was 11 weeks pregnant, I started to bleed excessively. Terrified that I was losing the baby, I was rushed to hospital and underwent a scan and examination. We had an emergency ultrasound to check the baby was okay. I’ll never forget the relief and joy I felt when Hubby and I heard our baby’s heart beat for the first time and the ultrasound technician told us everything was fine. As it turned out the bleeding was caused by a polyp they had found on my cervix. I was told that this was common in pregnancy and it was rare these types of polyps turned cancerous. I was assigned a gynaecological oncologist to keep a close eye on it for the remainder pregnancy. Even though in the end the issue resolved itself and there was nothing to worry about. I was left traumatised by the threatened miscarriage and now find myself scared to have sex during the first trimester of this pregnancy. Logically I know that physically the baby is safe inside my uterus and my cervix provides a safe barrier during intercourse. That in no way can sex during pregnancy lead to a miscarriage. However, as illogical as it sounds I’m still afraid due to that past experience. I’m just so thankful Hubby is completely understanding and supportive of the ridiculous choice I’ve made.
Normally my exercise routine would consist of a vigorous, high impact workout combining cardio and the use of heavy weights around 3 times a week, with a yoga session mixed in at least once a week. I would consider myself pretty physically fit, however I stopped all that when I found out I was pregnant. A choice completely uncalled for and not necessary for someone who trains regularly. But yet again the desperate need to preserve the life growing inside me defied logic. Although my doctor recommended against continuing with my usual exercise regime, I know I could modify the impact and intensity of my workouts accordingly. It’s just that if anything were to accidentally happen in the gym, even if it were pure coincidence. I would never forgive myself if anything went wrong. So when it comes down to it, it’s actually the “what ifs” and possible emotional repercussions that are stopping me from sex and my usual exercise routine right now. Even though miscarriage is usually thought to be caused by embryonic and chromosomal problems, which is completely out of a woman’s control. The odds of having a miscarriage in the first trimester are high enough to scare the crap out of me. And i’m not taking any risk of possibly increasing my chances. I just know that at 12 weeks when I finally see my baby for the first time on the ultrasound screen, heart beating, healthy and doing well, I’ll totally relax. With 4 more weeks to go till then, it can’t come soon enough!